Dwarf Fortress: Octopus OverLords

[Archinerd]

I'd like to see you try and farm enough clay pies and plump helmets to feed a whole dwarf fortress without an obsidian spiked bracelet. It can't be done!

[The Bad Shepherd]

Journal of Lord Mortis

(Undated)

Conversion of Sandy Ragefast successful.

Possible candidates: Bad Shepherd, Ol' Guthands, Farley, Dobson

Spoke with Dwarf Liaison from the Mountainhomes. docD is a wanted dwarf. Spoke to docD about it, and officially put him under my protection, with one major caveat which I will reveal to him next Spring.

Project Theohall nears completion. Approved the suggested construction of:

Moat
Guard Tower
Hospital
Greenhouse(s)
Waterfall to be installed in Theohall CAREFULLY (to be arranged at later date)

...

"Hey, Duncan!"

"Yes, Foreman Hrnac?"

"The hallway into Theohall is done, why don't you start engraving? I'd rather that the first engraving of the Fortress be done by you and not...Lagom Lite."

"Agreed. Hmm. I haven't been here long, what should I engrave?"

"You know that asshole with the eyepatch? Sergeant Semaj?"

"...The complete poser?"

"Yeah. He was originally the Militia Commander of the Crazed Violence. He ceded command to Cortilian willingly, but I want you to make it look like he lost the job due to incompetence. Engrave it and it becomes history."

"Heh. On your head be it, sir. I've seen that guy practice."

"I'll be fine. Just do it."



"Beautiful. You have a gift, Duncan."

"Thanks."

...

"Bad Shepherd?" Cpt. Anejo creeped cautiously into the Metalsmith's workshop. "Bad Shepherd?"
A hammer was flung at him from one of the corners of the room. He dodged it easily.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!"
"Bad Shepherd! It's me, Anejo! I hear you've been overworked lately."
"OVERWORKED?!" Bad Shepherd shrieked, "YOU THINK I'M OVERWORKED?!" she charged Anejo, grabbing him from the bottom of his breastplate and lifting him. Anejo began to jerk, trying to get free.
"I'VE SPENT THE LAST THREE FUCKING MONTHS DOING ABSOLUTELY FUCKING EVERYTHING IN HERE! THAT "GENIUS" EZEKIEL? DOES JACK SHIT. I SMELT THE FUCKING ORE," she threw Anejo to the floor, "I WORK THE FUCKING ORE," she kicked him once, her foot easily deflected by the leggings she had made for Anejo, "I TURN IT INTO YOUR FUCKING ARMOR. AND WHAT DO I GET?!" She shook with rage, her face contorting. "Ammo requisition forms. Ammo requisition forms. I AM NOT A WEAPONSMITH! I HAVE PUT UP WITH YOUR BULLSCHIST LONG ENOUGH! NO MORE! NO MORE ARMOR! NO MORE ORE! AND ESPECIALLY. NO. MORE. WEAPONS!!!" She ran, screaming out of the workshop. Anejo got up, and took a look at her work desk. She had stacked all of the requisition forms she had received in the last three months. All of them were either requests for additional ore for EzeKieL to work with for his statues, or requests for additional weapons and ammunition coming from Cpt. Soulsbayne and, oddly, 260 and docD as well. He shook his head, took the stack of order forms, and brought them to Commander Cortilian, before heading off to find Mortis and try to get him to talk Bad Shepherd down.

...

"Oi, EzeKieL."

"Hmm? It's...Hrnac, right? You were there at my interview. The foreman."

"Yeah, that's right. I'm here to talk to you about your treatment of Bad Shepherd."

"That plebian? The armorsmith? She would not know the importance of art if I shoved it-"

"Yeah, yeah. I've had a look at your work. It's shite."

"What?! How, DARE YO-"

Hrnac floored EzeKieL with a punch.

"No one wants to look at statues of roaches on their way to dinner, jackass. I should have you gutted for that."



EzeKieL lay on the floor, gasping. Hrnac tossed an iron bar at him.

"Here. Enjoy it. It's the last one you'll be getting for a while, till you learn to "channel your creative output in a more socially acceptable manner." See you later."

Hrnac turned and walked away.

...

Public Notice in the Barracks

Due to recent complaints by Private Donnally and Corporal Miller, the two squads will now alternate monthly in their required training regimen. You now have every other month off, but feel free to train regardless. Or come fishing with me, that's okay, too.



~Commander Cortilian

...

The buzzards had been harassing the Fortress again, and had even stolen some meat. Cpt. Soulsbayne had decided to head out on her own to deal with the problem. Sergeant Semaj had followed at a distance, eager to demonstrate his sharpshooting skills. Soulsbayne didn't care. She had seen Semaj shoot, he was nothing on her.
She ran out of bolts quickly, but she ran fast, faster than the buzzards. She was breaking one of its wings with her crossbow when she saw him, grinning. A goblin with a bag on his back. He drew a knife. She charged. And then stopped. Behind the Goblin was an entire squad of Goblin archers.



Semaj ran back to the Fortress, raising the alarm. Soulsbayne ran east, trying to divert attention away from Semaj and the Fortress, to give the squads enough time to properly mobilize. Her shield and armor held out against the first dozen bolts. She remembered how grudgingly she had accepted the Iron Breastplate, threatening to leave if they did not soon provide the bone she required. Now she was thankful. As she ran however, one struck her unprotected arm. She did not give in to the pain. The leg. Still she ran. One of the arrows hid her square in the back. Her entire body went numb, and she collapsed.
Arrows rained upon her and she did not give in.



Back at the Fortress, the civilians crowded in the panic room. The two squads gathered and rushed forth, confident in their training and their armor. A kobold goblin was spotted at the entrance. He was critically wounded, but not before stabbing Cpl. Miller in the foot, causing her to scream and fall over. As the rest of the squad fell in on him, he dodged into a stone trap. Crushed and bleeding, Pvt. Horizon quickly decapitated him and then rushed on to the battlefield.

Chaos reigned. The buzzards fell in, drawn in by the fresh blood spilled on their uniforms. Enraged, Horizon tore them out of her way, killing one and wounding another. Her and Sgt. Jackson charged the field, shields raised, weapons ready. Horizon felt her body hum, and knew she was invincible.



They fell in. Jackson quickly crushed the skull of one with his mace, she wounded another, nearly severing his arm. The arrows were either being neatly deflected by their shields, or simply bouncing off their armor. Horizon soared. She was invincible. A goddess of death. A he-
The arrow pierced her heart. She wrenched it out. Blood spattered everywhere. In a frenzy, she ran as fast as she could back to the fortress, the blood streaming down her front. She collapsed and saw only a starry void where her squad used to be.

The goblins were quickly routed, fleeing from their superior numbers and equipment. The squad found the broken body of Cpt. Soulsbayne, pierced by seventeen arrows, four of which were lodged in vital organs. She was still crawling away as they had struck her.

The Fortress alert was lifted, and the populace mourned the death of two heroes.

[Elbino]

I'm very much enjoying this. I'm a (lobster) Fisherdwarf who really likes fixing things.

[Cortilian]

Due to recent complaints by Private Donnally and Corporal Miller, the two squads will now alternate monthly in their required training regimen. You now have every other month off

Pussies.


BTW loving the thread.

[hentzau]

More work for me!!!

[EzeKieL]

Hahaha I created a statue of a roach?

Loving it !

[Paingod]

Sounds like I'm a slacker marksman. No surprise I wasn't there to help with the buzzards & goblins... probably stayed hidden inside the masterwork crate, safe from danger.

[The Bad Shepherd]

The battlefield, post goblins buggering off. Note the trail of blood leading to the north, terminating at the corpse of the unfortunate Pvt. Horizon. Note the rather sizeable amount of blood around the corpse to the east. That's Soulsbayne, who has seven arrows stuck in her body. During combat she survived more than thirty direct hits. Shame she didn't make it.

Sgt. Jackson pulled the most weight, by far.



She didn't get out of it unscathed, though. Her arm was wounded, and her right ear was mangled. Doesn't seem to care, though.

[Madmarcus]

Woo hoo! Leather to work with and a workshop without a mad dwarf in it. Just because some dwarfs can't see the beauty (and excellent functionality!) of a shark leather backpack is no reason to complain. Perhaps you'd rather a masterpiece whip?

Actually that would be great; off to the workshop.

[Madmarcus]

New version is out today!

This AAR and my recent connection issue to the Minecraft server might just get me back into DF. Downloading now.

[The Bad Shepherd]

Commander Cortilian's Post Battle Report

3rd Granite

Four days ago saw a seven goblin archer attack on our dwarfs. We lost Cpt. Soulsbayne and Cpl. Horizon (promoted posthumously) in the process of defending the Fortess. A second ambush occurred three days ago. I understand there is considerable confusion over the nature and results of the second attack, so I will describe what happened as best as I can.

Bellamy spotted them first, I understand he was retrieving wood. He reported (accurately) roughly 8 goblins, led by a swordsman.



He immediately fled. Pvt. Donnally had been out hunting and engaged the goblins on sight. She took two arrows to the chest, one punched through her right lung and she fell unconscious. She was then thoroughly perforated before being beheaded by the goblin swordsman. The goblins then began chasing Gryndyl for a day and a half, expending 75% of their ammo supply attempting to hit him, and succeeding only once. He was struck in the upper arm, but insists he is fine. The two squads rallied around the goblins and eventually managed to engage them at the highest level of the swamp. At this time, I understand that Dobson was possessed by forces unknown, similar to what afflicted Cylus Maxii.



I also understand that the Fortress' alert was lifted because he rushed out of the Panic Room. I urge you to discourage this kind of behavior; the lives of many healthy dwarfs are worth more than the life of one psychically compromised dwarf. We routed their force without casualties, though Pvt. Hama took a bolt through one of her lungs.



I hope one of the doctors can fix her, she lost consciousness upon taking the hit, but woke up and charged into battle anyway. While her dedication is admirable, her sense of self preservation is under question. I took a bolt through the hand, but I pulled it out; I should be okay. Sgt. Jackson is to be commended for her valor; she killed several goblins and was the first into combat. I would like to also note that she was already wounded, having sustained injuries during the last assault, in which she was also key to our victory. Recommending a promotion to Master Sergeant.

The only two civilian casualties were Gryndyl, who seems to have walked it off, and MacTavish, who is a tad more compromised.



He took a hit to the back of his leg, and one bolt went through his spine. I've never seen that kind of damage heal before, he will likely never walk again. He's lucky he's alive at all to be honest.

Overall, the second ambush was more successful in terms of deaths prevented, less so in terms of injuries.

Additional notes: Goblin Child Snatcher caught in AWS cage trap. I'll leave his fate up to you, sir. Cpl. Miltonite had his leg broken in the melee of the first ambush, refuses to seek medical attention. Cpl. Miller had her right foot get knifed by a kobold thief. Severe injury, currently resting in her room.

...

Through the marsh they walked, Shinjin and Gryndyl, immersed in deep tactical discussion.

..."We'll take the trees by surprise, lad. Hipolito is covering our left flank. The bastards will never see him coming. You ready to fight for this Fortress, Shinjin?"

"Aye sir. Not a one 'o these trees'll be left standing when I'm through with 'em."

Gryndyl nodded and smiled, turning away from Shinjin, who let out a little gasp.

"Sir?"

"Yes, Cadet Shinjin?"

"Yer arm...It has a bolt in it."



"Is that it?"

"...Mebbeh yeh should take some time off? Lie down on yer bed and have someone pull it out?"

Gryndyl turned, his eyes ablaze.

"These trees may sleep all they wish, Cadet Shinjin. But I won't."

[The Bad Shepherd]

New version is out today!

This AAR and my recent connection issue to the Minecraft server might just get me back into DF. Downloading now.

I can't stand the game without a graphics pack, so I'll have wait a bit until Phoebus' Pack gets updated. But...Beekeeping and pottery? Yes please.

[Madmarcus]

Pottery sounds great but in the year or so since I last played I've forgotten how to get this to show up using the full screen. Its doing full screen right now but the font is the windowed size and all in the upper left. I can stand the graphics but I'd like just a little more info on setting up the init file (which is a crazy thing to admit for someone who feels fine running JA2 1.13 plus multiple mods to it).

[The Bad Shepherd]

Couldn't tell you. Part of the reason I like the Pack is because it does this for me. XD

[The Bad Shepherd]

"Masterful work, Duncan. You have a talent for engraving."

"Thank you commander. Anything to honor our soldiers. Except for Semaj."

"Hm. Yes, I heard about that. I would not suggest doing that in the future, he's practicing a great deal, and becoming quite the shot. Of course, convincing him he needed practice at all was the tricky part..."

"Heh."

"Anyway, thank you. I'd rather we remember Cpl. Horizon for her brief moment of glory rather than her ignominious death. I offer my sincere gratitude."

"Thank you commander. If you ever need anything else, let me know."

...

Journal of docD

(Undated, entry simply reads Second Spring Spent With the Dysfunctional Retards)



Stole this report out of the Foreman's office. Astonishing. I had no idea we were attracting actual artisans. Admittedly, one is Lagom Lite. He engraved my room the other day. He'd engrave, shriek, "IS BEST MASTERPIECE YET, BORK!", hug me as I slept, and go on engraving.
Looking at all this makes me think: the man in control of these operations is probably the man in control of one of the fastest developing Fortresses on the continent. That would be Mortis. I want it to be me. I know I owe him for his protection, and I'm gonna have to pay up in some unspecified fashion soon, but that doesn't mean I can't plot against him. I need to get this Fortress behind my back. I need to take control. First I just need to sway Archinerd. He's a real good "herbalist", if you know what I mean. A talented "grower". If I could get him on my side, it'd be a good start.

...

Journal of Foreman Hrnac
1st Felsite



Dobson's "masterpiece." He seems quite pleased with it, but fully admits that it was the product of whatever forces took control of him. Mortis called it a holy object. Personally I was upset it was yet another piece of wooden craftsdwarfship (we're DWARFS. DWARFS. STONE.), but I approved once I saw the imagery of elves being mutilated. I approve. Very dwarfly.

[Hipolito]

Journal of Foreman Hrnac

[Hipolito] kept shrieking that he was a genius, a God of woodwork, and that his penis was much larger than mine.

Can't ye cede at least one of these points, laddie?

I regret that Cylus Maxii died of thirst--a thirst caused by trees! Alas, she died before I completed me masterwork, ye water-purifying bin (just add pure water).

[The Bad Shepherd]

Journal of Foreman Hrnac
5th Felsite

MIGRANTS.

...Twenty-one of them I think? I don't even know half of these dwarfs anymore. Seems like yesterday it was just the six of us and Hipolito arriving here in that rickety wagon...

Anyway, on to Mortis and his psyche evaluations.

Chief Medical Officer Brennan
Age: 75
Gender: F.
Noxiousdog got demoted. She has excellent organizational and diagnostic skills, as well as having experience in wound dressing. Psyche profile is extremely sturdy, though her medical records reveal her to be susceptible to infection, which is worrying. Nevertheless, what with the recent stabbings and shootings that the goblins have been putting us through, her presence is quite welcome.

Cpl. Strongarm
Age: 63
Gender: M.
Psyche can handle stress, but he often feels discouraged. I'll let Commander Cortilian handle that, it's not my concern. He's not an actual soldier, just a farmer who takes a very practical approach to defending his home from "wabbits" as he calls them. Handles a crossbow quite well, and I've already put out a rumor that he's the new Soulsbayne. Y'know. Just to piss Semaj off. Mortis seemed to like him for whatever reason.

Daniel Sterling
Age: 53
Gender: M.
Egotistical High Master Wood Crafter. Will fit right in with the artsy snobs we keep attracting. Gave him a room and then scheduled Lagom Lite to furnish it. As loudly as possible. Don't need any more of these guys.

Dursley
Age: 84
Gender: F.
Even worse, an egotistical ADEQUATE Wood Crafter. Booted to hauling jobs and then forcibly removed from the room by Pvt. Baroquen. Waste of space. At least Sterling will contribute.

Elbino
Age: 54
Gender: M.
High Master Stone Crafter. HELL YES! Mortis made all sorts of noises about how good his psyche was, but all I could think about were masterwork Obsidian swords. So long Vorret, and your crappy ass swords that were obviously built while under the influence! Helloooooooooooo, quality goods!

Flaggerty
Age: 87
Gender: M.
Is he the oldest dwarf we've admitted so far? No useful skills as far as I can tell, just a washed up gem setter. Reckless psyche. Let's see some reckless hauling then, old man, because that is all you'll be doing for a looooooong time.

Head Surgeon House
Age: 57
Gender: F.



Yeah, a definite asset. When someone walks into an interview and says things like "Well, I'm a High Master in two medical schools, but I'm also really good with cloth." You know you have a winner. Don't care about the personality. Finally we have someone to properly fix our troops.

Ibek Treekiller
Age: 61
Gender: M.

"Name?"

"Ibek Treekiller. What it says on the tin."

"Excellent. By all means, get to work."

Jack of Trades
Age: 62
Gender: M.

"Name?"

"Call myself Jack of Trades, because I've done everything. Yup. Everything. That's right."

"Do you have any worthwhile talents?"

"Do a little bit of this. A little bit of that. Stone crafting. Wood crafting. Clothmaking. That sort of thing."

"Feel free to use any of those stations at any time, but you're still on hauling duty."

"...Yeah I've done my share of that, too."

"Welcome to Nudejugglers."

Moscowitz
Age: 56
Gender: M.
MARITAL STATUS: Married to Pvt. Lancing

Useless. Spent time in military, but left after meeting wife. Has no worthwhile skills. I think the pair of them might be on the run, but Mortis doesn't seem to care. Possesses an impulsive, nervous, and just plain twitchy psyche. Don't like him.

PHB
Age: 56
Gender: F.

"Name?"

"PHB."

"Profession?"

"I'm your new manager."

"Really? And why is that?"

"I have no worthwhile skills, but I am willing to work quite hard. Note that I am an adequate persuader."

"Noted. Do you have a love for pointless bureaucracy?"

"Fortress would not be complete without it."

"You'll do. We'll set you up with an office as soon as possible. Welcome to Nudejugglers."

Sometimes I really question Mortis' decisions.

Pvt. Danteriron
Age: 75
Gender: M.
Poor self discipline and a dislike of compromise. Sorted into the Virginity of Arenas, Lt. Kronth can deal with him. A trained hammerdwarf. That's new. Hope he holds up better than some of our last recruits. Poor Pvt. Donnally...

Pvt. Lancing
Age: 72
Gender: F.
MARITAL STATUS: Married to Moscowitz
Unlike her useless husband, she has actually had frontline experience as a hammerdwarf. We welcome you and your husband, Mrs. Lancing, and please! Don't have any children while you're here.

Pvt. Leeroy
Age: 82
Gender: M.
Trained axedwarf. Seems twitchy; I think he's a bit crazed from bloodlust. Mortis let him in, but only because his credentials were solid. I'm seriously afraid he'll hurt someone during a sparring session. Asked Mortis to file a warning to Commander Cortilian about him, and he said he would.

Rawhide
Age: 81
Gender: M.
High Master Tanner. Didn't seem to mind hauling duty. Very laid back and quiet. Mortis didn't like his psyche report, but didn't share it with me.

Rocknose
Age: 80
Gender: M.



High Master Weaponsmith. Solid psyche. Bad Shepherd started crying when she heard he was here. This. Yeah. This is the schist. We attracted a High Master Weaponsmith. Yeah.

Not even Lagom Lite could ruin this moment. Not even Semaj. Not even Hipo-actually he probably could. Never mind.

Stranglestone
Age: 53
Gender: M.
A dwarfy name. Into engraving and masonry. Handy to have, and far less irritating than Lagom Lite. Psyche suggests a hardworking and loyal personality. We could have gotten worse.

Zob
Age: 75
Gender: M.
Very skilled leatherworker, but riddled with psyche problems. Mortis had me leave the room and he underwent "additional evaluation." Came out with this weird look in his eyes, but he seemed okay with being assigned with hauling duty afterwards. I feel weird about this one.

[The Bad Shepherd]

Journal of Foreman Hrnac

[Hipolito] kept shrieking that he was a genius, a God of woodwork, and that his penis was much larger than mine.

Can't ye cede at least one of these points, laddie?

I regret that Cylus Maxii died of thirst--a thirst caused by trees! Alas, she died before I completed me masterwork, ye water-purifying bin (just add pure water).

Ask Hrnac. Bad Shepherd is a girl, and thus, does not have a penis.

The author, however, is a guy.

[The Bad Shepherd]

Done for the night. Feel free to sign up, comment, or ask about the status of your dwarfs. I know some of them do not get as much of the spotlight as others do, Pvt. Baroquen and Cpl. Paingod (who is awesome by the way) come to mind.

See you next time.

[Paingod]

Well, I hope I've at least had a chance to shoot at something

This is a lot of fun - I'm surprised by the complexity and oddity in the game, and the brutality of the raids against you.

[Gryndyl]

The bolt in my arm could be useful for hanging things from while I chop down the demon trees. I vaguely suspect my advanced military tactics are what caused the gobbies to have so much trouble hitting me.

On that note, if I'm roaming the outdoors all the time to deal with trees I expect I will have a short and eventful career

[Sepiche]

You can use my name as well.

I downloaded the new version last night and finally got Phoebus working reasonably well with it. Looks like a good release so far.

A few things I noticed:
- Embarkation in general has been cleaned up a lot
- Bees, hives, honey, wax
- Pottery, glazes
- The number of animals has been greatly expanded: geese, alpacas, water buffalo, etc.
- You can use the zone menu to specify pastures and assign animals to them
- Eggs
- World generation seems faster... I was able to generate a large region in about 10 minutes or so

I haven't played much in a couple of releases, but it looks like there's enough interesting new stuff that I might be able to get going again.

Edit:
Spoilers if you like to figure things out on your own, but this has a list of the new features and what to build to get access to them:
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=77473.0

Edit 2:
Ha! Apparently now if a dwarf dies and you don't give him a tomb his ghost will appear and haunt the site. Also memorial slabs can be made instead of a tomb. Build a slab and it can be engraved at a craftdwarf workshop.

[The Meal]

You can add my name to the roster. I'm a bit off-kilter, mentally.

[The Bad Shepherd]

The elves crossed into the Diamond Murk reluctantly, and with a great deal of dread. They had heard that the dwarfs here were all insane, and the likelihood of leaving the swamps completely naked and bereft of any belongings was quite likely. In truth, the dwarfs had full intentions to trade, however. That is until-

"Hrnac has sent me a party invitation?"



"Yes, Mayor Mortis. It is to occur in Theohall shortly. Shall I send him a stern rejection? The Elves will be here soon."

Mortis lay the gold invitation on his desk and thoughtfully adjusted his reading glasses.

"No." he decided in a rather amused voice. "No, I shall go to this party. Tell the Granite Armors that I am issuing a kill order on both of the Elves, and their goods are to be confiscated. I'd much rather spend time at a party than with the Elves. For a change. Just this once."

...

"Hey, Commander?"

"What is it...Lampton, I think your name is?"

"Yes Commander. I have a kill order for you."

"What?"

"A kill order on both the elves, Commander. You are to rally your squad at once."

"...Very well. Let me get my squad ready. Captain Anejo, what do you think our chances are-"

"DID SOMEBODY SAY? KILL, ORDER?!"

"Pvt. Leeroy, what the hell are you-"

"LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY!!!!!



JENKINS!"

...

docD stood, shivering, atop the mountain. He was waiting for Archinerd, to arrange an alliance so that together they could run the Fortress. Archinerd had seemed good for it, but he was late, and the day was freezing, for a change. It was then that docD heard a cry. It sounded like some sort of bird. It was answered, twice. Once, distant, from the north, once, quite close to the Fortress entrance, from the west.
Then he saw them. He ran and shrieked, fell over as he felt them lash his leg. docD turned over, begging, pledging his allegiance to them, saying he'd tell them were the traps were if only they'd let him live. The goblins laughed, and one of the lashers cut his throat open, leaving him to gurgle and die atop the cold mountainside. They let out a cry, and the other two squads answered. The attack began.

...

"Confirmed, one squad of goblin lashers harassing civilians at the Fortress entrance, one captured."

"Any additional squads, Lieutenant?"

"None that I can tell, Commander. We've already confirmed the death of Ol' Guthands, so Pvt. Hudson will want revenge. It'd probably be safe to just send your squad out. Might want to do it sharpish though."

"Thank you Lieutenant Kronth, I'll get them out there right away."

"Good luck Commander."

...

"THESE GOBLINS ARE A BUNCH OF PUSSIES!!!" Pvt. Cookie screamed to the heavens.



"Stay sharp, Private. Several dwarfs are still missing. There might be another squad."

"I'll kill 'em. I'll kill 'em all," muttered Pvt. Leeroy, frothing at the mouth. "Just you wait."

They were unprepared for the onslaught. They heard Moscowitz's scream being cut off suddenly to the west, followed it, and found their adversary. Twenty on ten. Naturally, Leeroy charged first.

A massacre. Pvt. Hama, still possessing a wounded lung, fought hard, killing two goblins. Eventually, injuries from the previous ambush caused her to double over, allowing a goblin to slice off her foot. She scrawled away blindly, but quickly bled to death.

Pvt. Hudson, having never taken the military life seriously, hardly ever showing up for drills and practice, found herself face to face with three goblin lashers. She threw herself at them, but was cut apart slowly by whips. She attempted to run, crying and bleeding back to the Fortress, but received a cut to the neck which killed her instantly.

Pvt. Cookie fought hard, screaming profanities all the while. Scoring two kills, he received multiple injuries to the abdomen, arms, legs, and chest. When the battle was over, he was still standing. "How do you like those snossages?" were reportedly his last words before collapsing and dying from blood loss shortly thereafter.

Pvt. Lancing fought hard and survived the battle, but was covered in blood. By the end of the battle, she was staring at her hands and whimpering. Commander Cortilian walked over and was alarmed to find that, in fact, both of her hands been cut off by goblin swordsmen. She was removed from the military and told to seek immediate medical attention.



Cpt. JC Anejo escaped the battle unharmed, scoring several kills.

Sgt. Semaj sniped goblins well away from combat, but held out in the one occasion he was confronted with an attacker. Scored no kills, but the goblins were definitely not thanking him for the iron bolts being shot into their arms and legs.

Commander Cortilian performed well in melee, killing three goblins, but breaking her right arm in the process.

Lt. Kronth, despite not being on duty, entered the battle and scored several kills. He claimed he was out there to "reclaim the wounded". Promoted to Captain of Virginity of Arenas for bravery.

Pvt. Leeroy, despite wounding many goblins, killed none. While still alive, he was incapacitated early in the battle by severe arm and leg injuries, rendering him immobile.




CIVILIAN CASUALTIES
Crimson
Ol' Guthands
docD
Honest McGee
Moscowtiz

Military Casualties
Pvt. Cookie (KIA)
Pvt. Hudson (KIA)
Pvt. Hama (KIA)
Commander Cortilian (WIA)
Pvt. Lancing (WIA)
Pvt. Leeroy (WIA)
Cpl. Miltonite (WIA)
Pvt. Baroquen (WIA)

...

"Hey lads, y'know what would liven the bunker up a bit?"

"What the fuck are you going on about Hipolito?"

"Party."



"...Shut the fuck up."

[Vorret]

wow... how am I still alive lol

[The Bad Shepherd]

wow... how am I still alive lol

You're not in the military, and you never go outside.

Case closed.

[LordMortis]

You can use my name as well.

I downloaded the new version last night and finally got Phoebus working reasonably well with it. Looks like a good release so far.

A few things I noticed:
- Embarkation in general has been cleaned up a lot
- Bees, hives, honey, wax
- Pottery, glazes
- The number of animals has been greatly expanded: geese, alpacas, water buffalo, etc.
- You can use the zone menu to specify pastures and assign animals to them
- Eggs
- World generation seems faster... I was able to generate a large region in about 10 minutes or so

I haven't played much in a couple of releases, but it looks like there's enough interesting new stuff that I might be able to get going again.

Edit:
Spoilers if you like to figure things out on your own, but this has a list of the new features and what to build to get access to them:
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=77473.0

Edit 2:
Ha! Apparently now if a dwarf dies and you don't give him a tomb his ghost will appear and haunt the site. Also memorial slabs can be made instead of a tomb. Build a slab and it can be engraved at a craftdwarf workshop.

Can you point a dwarf in the right direction to get this and for how to set up Phoebus? This thread has me itching to bang my head against the wall trying to understand the Z axis and building without a mountainside.

[The Bad Shepherd]

Journal of Foreman Hrnac

15th Malachite

Me, Mortis, and Cortilian got together and had a talk. There was a unanimous decision to get the hospital started while we finished up Project Theohall. It will be called The Memorial Hospital...Because every dwarf that dies will have their name recorded there. Cheery. Best neglect to mention how many died within the damn hospital. Until we get it up and running, we'll need a makeshift hospital. We set it up in one of the barracks. Now it's filled with wounded.



Some dwarfs who previously ignored their injuries on grounds of "I can tough it out" are now laid up here. Some, like Cortilian and Miltonite, did not. Suit yourselves, but don't mind if I don't give a damn when you die due to your own stupidity.

16 Malachite

SHITE! Rocknose has had a funny moment and now he refuses to leave the Metalsmith's workshop...He keeps screaming for gems! We have no gems!

Dammit! I sent Subforeman Hentzau to dig through the lower levels in search of gems. We CANNOT afford to lose that weaponsmith.

17th Malachite

Potter had a baby, the first baby of the Fortress. She gave me the honor of naming him. I named him Gobshite. Should keep the goblins from stealing him, it's a horrid name. Potter didn't seem pleased though.


18th Malachite

No gems. But MIGRANTS!

I don't really care how many. Disappointing batch.

Boston
Age: 83
Gender: F.
Wood cutter. Bowyer. Crap at both. Strong psyche, which Mortis approved of. Don't care. WHERE ARE THE GEMS?

Brixx
Age: 69
Gender: M.
A happy fellow. Tried a bunch of different professions, considers himself a handyman. With Crimson, our only butcher, dead at goblin hands, we handed him the new job. Not so happy anymore. GEMS?

Crumpet
Age: 88
Gender: F.
Our oldest citizen yet? She's a lye maker. AKA useless. Didn't get to see psyche profile, Mortis just said it was "very good" and acted all pleased. Kinda creepy actually. WHERE ARE THE GEMS?

Dr. Strangelove
Age: 51
Gender: F.
Accomplished surgeon. Also quite the cook apparently. Very quick to anger and doesn't hesitate to talk herself up though. Whatever. GEMS?

Pvt. T. Meal
Age: 80
Gender: F.
Ranger by trade. Did not arrive with rest of caravan, she appears to be a wanderer. All of this is conjecture of course, because she rants, gibbers, and screams whenever you say a word that begins with "P" in front of her. Cortilian was forewarned, we put her in the military. Hope we don't set her off by accident.

Serfloccen
Age: 74
Gender: F.
An accomplished milker. Didn't really pay attention after that. I think she was assigned hauling duty. DAMMIT WHERE ARE THE GEMS RAARAGH

[theohall]

Note for Pvt T. Meal: Probert.

[The Bad Shepherd]

"Shinjin! Good to see you up and about lad! I was wondering about you."

"Sorreh Gryndyl. Got laid up in tha' hospital. Goblin smashed me toe pretty bad, walkin' was sheer hell. I dinnae git a cushy bolt in tha' arm like some people I know."

"'s all right Shinjin! How's the toe?"

"Infected. Feckin' doctors took thar sweet time about fixin' me."



"Shite. Anything I can do?"

"Pray. But no' just fer me. Baroquen's got an infected smashed toe too. And Leeroy's infected, but they dinnae say where."

"I'll do so. Sorry to hear that Shinjin."

"Better off than Lancing I always say! Losin' a husband and both her hands...Poor gal. See ya later."

[silverjon]

You can use my name too.

[LordMortis]

If it's not too much effort, I'd love to see

1) The full layout of lair
2) Full sized screen captures.



If it's too much effort I understand. I can only imagine the work this is taking.

[The Bad Shepherd]

:oops: If it's not too much effort, I'd love to see

1) The full layout of lair
2) Full sized screen captures.



If it's too much effort I understand. I can only imagine the work this is taking.

You'd have to give instructions on how to do the screen captures. As for the lair, that will be done when Project Theohall is complete.
No it is not that impressive, but it is taking a long time and is also quite pointless. In other words, a perfect dwarf project.

[LordMortis]

I think you can just take the images you are taking at full size and then link them with the bigimg tag instead of the img tag

[ bigimg ] http://image [ / bigimg ]

[The Bad Shepherd]

Rocknose had had enough.

"I NEED MORE GEMS! MOAR I SAID! WHERE ARE THE GEMS! WHERE?!" he had been screaming this for the last three months nonstop. Bad Shepherd flatly refused to work on the forge until the issue had been resolved. It resolved itself when finally, Rocknose let out a scream of rage and ran out of the workshop, panting and drooling.
[bigimg]
http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/5059/rocknosedies.png[/bigimg]

He hurtled up the entrance hall. The first to collide with him were Brixx and a dog. They engaged in a ferocious melee, Brixx landing several solid hits on Rocknose while the dog tore up his pancreas. The fight went on to the wood stockpile where Brixx was forced to retreat; Rocknose was unconcerned with injuring itself and his attacks were becoming more and more ferocious. He retired to the hospital. The dog was promptly ripped to pieces, but Rocknose took serious (though not crippling) injuries.



He stormed outside, chasing the recently hospitalized Pvt. Baroquen. She made a brave attempt to defend herself, but was caught in Rocknose's stranglehold and fell unconscious.

Then Pvt. T. Meal arrived. She took in the sight, and brought up her crossbow to aim.

Then something odd happened. A cloud parted, and something insidious slithered down from the sky, a single word, heard only by Pvt. T. Meal.

The word cast vibrations, though only two dwarfs other than T. Meal noticed. One was Mortis, who looked up from his desk, and hastily adjusted his plans to accommodate the recent development. They were arriving sooner than expected.

The other simply noted the event in her log, impassive and uncaring, a mere fact to be recorded for others to be judged.

The word, spoken in an alien tongue, was thus.

"Probert."

T. Meal dropped her crossbow and charged, screaming. She knocked away Rocknose's wrists from Baroquen's throat. The two of them began trading blows, Rocknose quickly losing ground. And then, all of a sudden-



and she pulled her hand out of his skull, covered in blood and clear liquid. She remembered nothing. Rocknose had fallen, one of the greatest weaponsmiths to walk the land. She shrugged, picked up her crossbow, and went back to training, leaving the corpse of Rocknose and the unconscious body Baroquen out in the unflinching sun.

OOC: Tried the bigimg thing. They got even smaller. Any other suggestions?

[silverjon]

bigimg posts a thumbnail, but we can click it for larger viewing.

[The Meal]

These walls are full of GREAT ideas. They should keep inspiring me.

[LordMortis]

My bad. I thought you were shrinking the images that you were capturing manually to get them to fit better on OO. So never mind on the bigimg thing, it's the way you capture picture. Thanks for trying. I'll continue to squint... Or maybe break down and get a bigger monitor one day.

"Probert"

[Shinjin]

Wait. I'm gonna die from a broken toe nail? I survive getting my hand twice hammered and a stubbed toe is gonna do me in?

Awesome.

[Shinjin]

1) The full layout of lair

I've never used it, but something like the Dwarf Fortress Map Archive might do the trick for the full layout.